"Qing'er, Qing'er, come on, I'm so uncomfortable." Qing Yao was still calling out to Qing'er in pain. Her heart was like being gnawed by thousands of ants, little by little, making her heart full of holes.

The stars in the inky night sky are faint and shining. But although the stars are good, the night is too cold after all.

Hearing Qing Yao's call, Qing'er was very concerned, but in a moment, the door of the palace had been opened, and the figure had arrived. Qing'er's skirt swept across the threshold of the main hall like a gust of wind, and in a blink of an eye, the figure disappeared into the silent night.

Qing'er ran towards Qing Yao in a panic, regardless of whether it was dark or not, whether she could see it clearly.

Fortunately, the starlight at night illuminates the way back to the temple.

Stumbled and stumbled along the way, and finally, Qing'er arrived safely at Qingyao's couch.

Qing'er slowly leaned down and gently picked up Qing Yao, who was trembling slightly on the couch, and gently stroked Qing Yao's back like a big sister, letting her breathe. Through the faint starlight, she vaguely saw the sweat stains on Qing Yao's forehead and the tear stains next to the corners of her eyes.

Just now, it must have been very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. Seeing the princess like this, her heart ached like a needle.

She slowly took the candle from the bookcase and lit it. In the blink of an eye, the temple became bright.

The candle has the heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn.

However, the red candle has tears to grieve for me, and I have my own tears, but who will do it for me?

"Princess, what's wrong with you? What's wrong, isn't it a nightmare? Let the slave and maid come and see. Qing'er frowned deeply, her eyes stared straight at Qing Yao, the anxiety and worry in her eyes diverged, and she couldn't get rid of it.

"I ...... My heart...... My heart couldn't stop trembling, like a knife, I hurt so much, it really hurt. Qing Yao covered her heart hard, and her tears still flowed uncontrollably, like the rain in early summer.

"What the hell is going on, why are you in such pain?" Qing'er hugged Qing Yao tightly, put her cheek on Qing Yao's forehead, and rubbed it gently, trying to relieve her pain, her pain.

"I dreamed of him again, but...... But he ......, "Qing Yao really couldn't say a word, and she talked intermittently for a long time, but she still didn't say anything."

"Princess, but what's the matter? Don't cry, speak slowly. Qing'er said in an extremely soft voice.

The candle ran out of tears and spread out in a ball, looking lifeless, he looked like she was very tired.

Tears, tired.

She seemed to have cried all her tears, cried all her strength, at this time, she couldn't shed a single tear anymore, she slowly closed her eyes, lay on Qing'er's shoulder and fell asleep quietly.

Qing'er was very worried, she was afraid that something would happen to Qing Yao, so she hurriedly called Bi Lan.

Bi Lan is a careful, kind maid who has always been good friends with Qing Yao, and she took care of Di Qing Yao last time.

"Bi Lan, you have to take care of the princess carefully, and you must not make any mistakes, otherwise, not only you and me, but even the entire Yimei Palace will suffer, do you understand?" Qing'er carefully instructed her carefully.

"Sister, don't worry, I will take care of the princess. After all, you and I both know the temperament of the person above. Bi Lan replied.

"Then you go, if the princess asks me where I went, you can say that I will go to the imperial doctor." Qing'er said as she walked outside.

Bi Lan looked at the beautiful woman on the jade couch and couldn't help sighing. Then, he brought aside the red candle that was about to burn out next to the bed, worried that the bean-bead-like candlelight would stab Qing Yao's eyes.

Bi Lan re-lit a candle and put it on the coffee table some distance from the bed, so that this huge Yimei Hall would not be dark. After that, she leaned quietly on the side of the bed, looked at Qing Yao carefully, and didn't dare to slack off.

Tonight the stars are dotted, the lonely moon hangs high, although it brings light, but it also brings a touch of coolness, there is no wind, but it is better than the wind, the weeping willows outside the house are motionless spread out all over the tree, under the background of this cool night, but it looks particularly charming.

Qing'er was worried about the princess, so naturally she didn't dare to walk slowly, she quickly walked to the Tai Hospital, but she searched almost the entire Tai Hospital, and she couldn't find a doctor with excellent medical skills.

She suddenly remembered that almost all the experienced old doctors in the Tai Hospital had been killed by Wu Shiren. The only one who has seen it is still taking care of Ling Feng, so it is not appropriate to summon it. Now, where to find it, she couldn't help but curse Wu Shiren secretly.

Damn, shit, damn it.

However, just when she was disappointed, this old saying suddenly came to her mind.

This heart disease naturally needs heart medicine to be treated.

"yes, how did I forget about it. But did he forget that in the first place? Will he come? Thinking of this, Qing'er's hope that was finally ignited was ruthlessly extinguished in the blink of an eye, and there was no spark left.

But no matter what, she has to bite the bullet, there is no wind tonight, but why is she shivering?

At midnight, outside a certain hall of the palace, there were several strange sounds like owls.

"Goo-goo-goo......"

I called for a long time, but I didn't see a figure come out.

Anxious, anxious.

"Really, why hasn't this person come out yet, it's been a long time, and if he doesn't come out again, what should the princess do? I'm dying. Qing'er complained to the palace wall, and did not forget to kick the wall after speaking, so as to vent the anger in her heart.

The strange sound faded away for a moment, and then gradually became clear again.

A few more "coo-coo...... Coo-coo...... "The voice is choppy, soft and long.

After calling a few more times, a figure sneaked out of the palace. When Qing'er heard this voice, she first shook her spirit, and then immediately showed a big smile on her sad face. She ran two steps, grabbed the man by the sleeve, pulled him into the corner, and whispered:

"How's it going to get you done?" Qing'er said to the man.

"Well, everything is in order, rest assured, he didn't have the slightest suspicion, it was just a dream, a dream, not taken seriously." The figure said lightly.

"That's good, remember to lure him out tomorrow morning, there are important things, go and do it, I'm going back, remember, be sure to do it." After Qing'er finished speaking to the man, she wanted to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute, there's one thing I don't know if to talk about or not, I discovered it recently." The black shadow was a little excited, as if he had discovered some shocking secret.

"If there is anything, say it quickly, I still have something to do, and it should not be delayed." Qing'er heard the words of the figure, stopped her steps, and replied to him lightly.

"I found something very strange, a few days ago, I was taking a bath with that man, and I inadvertently found a black mole on his back, like a star, very similar to the person you once asked me to find for you." He said softly.

Hearing this, Qing'er suddenly turned around, she grabbed the placket of the figure's clothes, very excited, under the starlight, it seemed that there was still a wave of shallow tears in her eyes, I don't know why.

She said, "What? Are you sure? He really had a black mole like a star on his back. Is it here? Is it really him? ”

"Well, it does, a mole in the shape of a star." The figure said affirmatively, and with great firmness.

"Hah...... It's great, I finally found it, twelve years, twelve years, and the connection between us has been broken for twelve years. She was so excited that tears poured out from her eyes like a flood bursting its banks.

But after the joy, there is endless sadness.

After all, she hurt him.

Even if he just took it as a dream, she couldn't forget it, she couldn't forget everything that happened that day.

"So what, I hurt him, it's me, it's me." Qing'er pounded herself frantically with her hands, pounding her own heart.

sad

distressed

Cool heart.

Does she have a heart?

Naturally, there is.

It's just that

Not for him, just for him.

The background is bizarre and complex. Although it gradually emerged from the water, it was still like duckweed in the rain, rising and sinking under the impact of the rain, and it looked blurry.

Those things,

After all, it was wrong,

hurt the wrong person,

I also hurt myself by mistake.